AM I A STONE? Christina Rosetti     Am I a stone and not a sheep, that I can stand, O Christ, beneath Thy cross to number drop by drop Thy blood's slow loss and yet not weep?   Not so these women loved          who with exceeding grief          lamented Thee.   Not so...

       I Am . . .   I am who I am.   Sometimes it feels like it is not okay to be me, when I hurt and when I cry, when I am a child alone, unloved. That is how it feels . . . It is not okay to be me.   It feels like I have to be someone else . . . but I don't know who...

Standing on the crumbling edge, I viewed the vastness of the Abyss with disbelief: this cannot be. Yet it was, and is.   I had avoided this place for years. Fearsome place, I knew what it was, but now, I was here, watching the ones on the other side.  ...

Children are a gift from the Lord.  Psalm 127:3   .     "I'll lend you for a little time a child of mine," He said, "for you to love the while she lives and mourn for when she's dead. It may be five or six years, or twenty-two or three, But will you, til' I...

I Shall Not Pass This Way Again           Eva Rose York   I shall not pass this way again ...          Although it bordered be with flowers,          Although I rest in fragrant bowers,                            And hear the singing                            Of...

  O Lord God, who has called us, your servants, to ventures of which we cannot see the ending, by paths as yet untrodden and through perils unknown:    Give us faith to go out with good courage, not knowing where we go, but only that Your hand is leading us and...

Angel of Patience John Greenleaf Whittier   To weary hearts, to mourning homes, God's meekest angel gently comes. No power has he to banish pain, Or give us back our lost again; And yet in tender love, our dear And Heavenly Parent sends him here.   There's quiet in...